by Lily Rede
“You don’t know anything about me.” Will gritted the words out.
“I’m just saying you’d be a hell of a lot happier if you’d relax and get laid.”
“Are you offering?” He barely managed the words.
Noelle smiled, a siren’s smile.
“I could be convinced.”
He shook his head, disbelieving.
“Sometimes, Will, we all need a little basic human touch.”
God, I can’t take it. Despite her flirtatious manner, she couldn’t be serious. Any second she was going to pull back and reject him, say she was only kidding, and the knife would go deep. She was backlit by the fire, a flame-haired goddess in flannel. This kind of torture was too much – he had to get her to back off. Will leaned back in the armchair and spread his thighs, letting her see how the material tented over his dick, which was hard enough to pound nails.
“You think sucking my cock is going to prove something? Go ahead, be my guest.”
HE DOESN’T THINK I’LL go through with it, Noelle realized, shocked.
Will was gripping the sides of the armchair so tightly that his knuckles were white, as if she needed any more proof that he really, really wanted this. He was beautiful in the firelight, his hard, muscled torso etched in sharp relief, dusted lightly with gold. His jaw was tight as she scooted forward on her knees, her pussy already wet and aching.
Yes, this was probably going to get her in trouble somehow, but she didn’t really care anymore. Will wanted her, and she was so ready for him it was a miracle she didn’t burst into flames.
“You’re a stubborn man, Will Finley,” she murmured, settling between his knees.
If possible, he tensed even further when she scraped her nails along his thighs through the terrycloth. His eyes were stormy and hot, his entire body frozen, waiting to see what she would do. Noelle kept her movements slow as she undid the knot, and then peeled the towel back to expose his straining erection.
Oh my.
Without the wet denim to conceal him, he was even thicker than she had thought, throbbing with life and heat, the fat crown flushed a deep pink and already damp, the heavy sac drawn up beneath. He was hard and long and wonderfully male, and Noelle’s fingers tingled as she wrapped a hand around his base, sliding her fingers into the warm thatch of neatly-trimmed hair. He gasped at her touch and a pearly bead formed at the tiny slit.
She arched an eyebrow, watching it tremble before it broke and slid down toward her fingers.
“Get on with it,” said Will, brusquely. He sounded like he was trying to hold it together, and she tsked, giving him a gentle squeeze that had his eyes rolling back.
“There’s no rush,” she murmured.
She finally had him where she wanted him, naked and spread for her, and she was going to take her time to enjoy it.
WILL WAS COMPLETELY OUT of his depth. He’d never been with a woman who was so uninhibited, so comfortable taking his body in hand and using it precisely the way she wanted. She was stroking the shaft now, learning all the places that made him gasp and whimper with light, teasing fingers.
And she was watching him. His face, the way his chest heaved as he panted, and his dick.
Vanessa had never looked at his dick like that, with wide, hungry eyes. When they were dating, he thought she was just shy, with a distaste for oral sex. She said he was too big to take like that, and after a while, he’d stopped asking. The sex had been good at first, though later he suspected that she’d been faking those sedate little orgasms. It didn’t take long for Will to realize that Vanessa wasn’t really interested in sex more than once every few weeks, unless she wanted something from him. When that stopped working, she stopped sleeping with him altogether. He’d spent a lot of time in the shower during the last year of their marriage.
Which was a blow.
Will always felt he was a simple man. He didn’t have much finesse, and he never felt comfortable in Vanessa’s high society circles. But before he’d met her, sex had always been a priority – a hot, hard ride between a pair of lovely, willing thighs, a soft breath catching in release, sweet tits pressed up against his chest, and beautiful eyes brimming with satisfaction, staring into his. He could barely remember the last time he’d had that.
And now, Noelle Kringle was kneeling before him, in a rustic mountain cabin during a blizzard, preparing to suck his cock.
“Such a pretty thing,” she murmured, rubbing a circle into the base with her thumb in a way that was going to turn him into a blithering idiot in no time.
“There isn’t anything pretty about cock,” he scoffed, his hips involuntarily thrusting up as she found an especially sensitive spot and pressed.
Her voice was languorous, full of heat, her gaze focused on the flesh she held captive.
“Big and hard, so thick it’s going to stretch my mouth. Pretty. And these. Warm and full.”
She licked the seam of his heavy sac, and then laved him with a luxurious stroke of her tongue from root to tip, savoring his taste with clear relish.
He wanted her naked. If she was going to go through with this insanity, at the very least she could complete the picture for him.
“Take off the shirt.”
Noelle obediently let him go and sat back on her haunches. She undid the top button of the shirt, and then another, so that it gaped, baring the inner curves of her spectacular tits.
She paused.
“Keep going,” he ordered.
Noelle caught her lip between her teeth and cupped her breasts through the flannel, grinning.
“Tease,” Will breathed.
Noelle pouted.
“Just for that, no nipples for you.”
Will suppressed a snarl. The tight peaks were pressed against the front of his shirt, molded by the soft flannel, and more than he wanted to breathe right now he wanted to reach down and rip the material away to see if her nipples matched the soft pink of her lips. The bare inner swells of her breasts were going to drive him mad, and his cock jerked as he watched her chuckle, the movement jiggling the lush flesh.
Her laugh blew across the head of his cock, and then he felt her tongue, followed by satin lips drawing him in. The sight was as incredible as the sensation of sinking his cock to the back of her generous mouth, feeling her hum in approval against his aching flesh.
Suddenly, Will couldn’t handle looking at her. It was too much, and as she started moving on his dick, eagerly taking as much as she could in long, suckling pulls, he looked up, desperate for a distraction. A glimmer of movement caught his attention and he froze.
Across the room, on the wall, was a long mirror, partially concealed by the hallway. However, from the armchair, Will could see himself, and he could see Noelle, bent over his lap, eagerly pleasuring him with her mouth and diabolical stroking hands. Mesmerized, Will watched the firelight flicker over her hair as her mouth moved on him, and was given delicious glimpses of the lower curves of her ass as his shirt shifted up her thighs. He thought he caught a shimmer of wetness and his cock jerked. Noelle cooed and probed the tiny slit with a curious tongue. Will had to recite baseball stats to himself before he could open his mouth to speak coherently.
“Spread your thighs.” Was that his voice? That harsh sexual growl?
She looked up, noted his gaze, and looked over her shoulder. When she spotted the mirror, she smiled and slowly did as he asked, spreading herself impossibly wide. Bless her. And then she did him one better, hiking the shirt to her waist and tucking it there, arching her back to give him an unfettered view of her world-class ass and the swollen pink folds that were already wet for him. Will’s jaw dropped. Noelle returned to her task, sucking him into her mouth, setting a rhythm that had sharp talons of pleasure ripping through him. He held onto the chair for dear life.
Oh God, I’m not going to last.
Her mouth on his dick was bad enough, but the sight of what had to be the prettiest, plumpest, sexiest pink pussy in the world, bare and gleaming in the
firelight, on display for him as she sucked, was going to shatter him into a million pieces.
WILL’S HARSH GROAN WAS music to Noelle’s ears, and she rewarded him with the lightest of scrapes of her teeth over the sensitive head of his cock, a move that had him surging upward in helpless pleasure. She would have grinned if her mouth weren’t stretched around his hard flesh. She could do this for hours. Noelle hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the simple touch of skin against skin during her long months of celibacy. She like giving head, liked the feel of Will’s cock in her mouth – it was intimate in a way that a mindless quickie often wasn’t. Despite her adventurous nature, she didn’t do it very often, though more than one man had begged for it.
She flickered her tongue over the little slit, tasting musk and salt and something all Will’s own. He moaned, so she did it again.
Oh yeah, it was coming back to her.
The way he moved his hips under her should be illegal. She had no trouble imagining him between her thighs, pumping his big dick up into her soft, hungry pussy. Her clit throbbed and her whole lower body was one big ache, but pleasuring him with her mouth, having him at her mercy, was too deliciously thrilling to give up just yet.
Will had been watching her mouth, but now his eyes darted restlessly between her lips and the reflection in the mirror, and she didn’t think he was even aware that he was talking – hot, dirty little things that made her so fucking wet.
“Suck, baby. Just like that. Take a little more, show me how much you like those sweet lips wrapped around my cock.”
Noelle took more, sucked harder, the ache between her thighs building, and a trickle of hot moisture sliding down her inner thigh.
“Sweet little pussy, so wet and ready for me.”
She couldn’t help the hungry whimper that escaped her lips, and then her heart melted as he felt his hands in her hair, his fingers stroking her cheeks.
“Ah, Noelle…”
Come, she ordered silently, and sucked as her fingers found a soft, sensitive spot behind his balls that had him shouting her name as his seed flooded her mouth in a hot explosion. His fingers clenched in her hair, his head flung back, his body stretched tight on a rack of pure pleasure.
It was glorious.
WILL WAS FLOATING IN a haze of pleasure somewhere high above the Earth. When he came down to his body in the armchair, he found he was trembling as shudders of pleasure raked him from head to toe. Noelle was watching him, delight shining in her beautiful blue eyes as she lapped his spent cock, still snuggled between his legs. By the time he could form a coherent thought, she’d let him go and was petting his balls like he’d done something praiseworthy, pressing soft kisses to his abdomen.
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to haul her into his lap and tuck her against his chest, one hand cupping her ass as she nuzzled his chest. He’d never felt pleasure like that, but along with it came confusion.
“Why did you do that?” he asked, his voice a hoarse rumble.
“I wanted to.” She kissed his chest. “There are condoms in my bag.”
A horrible suspicion entered his mind.
“I don’t need a pity fuck.”
Noelle snorted indelicately and rubbed a circle around his nipple, which beaded instantly under her finger.
“If anyone should be pitied in this scenario, it’s me. I haven’t had sex in months.”
“So you just want cock.”
“I want your cock.”
His body was still buzzing, and even his tired cock gave an enthusiastic Hell, yeah for that statement. But Will ignored it.
“But anyone with a dick will do?”
“Why are you getting so bent out of shape? We’re stuck for the night, we’re attracted to each other.”
Suddenly tense, Will lifted her off his lap and abandoned the armchair, cinching the towel around his waist – a futile attempt at self-preservation.
“Sex isn’t supposed to be the equivalent to lending the neighbor a cup of sugar, Noelle. It’s supposed to mean something.”
She was curled up in the armchair, looking hurt. It made him feel like a total bastard. At least the damned shirt had fallen back over her thighs, covering her sweet cleft. Maybe he could hide the fact that he was dying to reciprocate, to feel her soft, wet heat against his tongue.
“I don’t sleep with strangers just to get off.” He drove the spike deeper and watched pain fill her eyes.
“So I’m just a slut?”
“No. But I don’t know what you are.”
NOELLE’S DREAM OF A night of hot, strings-free sex was quickly being ruined by the fact that Will’s conscience wasn’t interested in a three-way. Apparently, he couldn’t just let go of his past, and seemed determined to cast her in the same light as his bitchy ex-wife. She didn’t tell him that once upon a time she’d tried meaningful and romantic, but that most men couldn’t see past her voluptuous figure to the woman beneath. It was safer to keep things physical. Besides, she wasn’t going to take the blame for his hangup – she hadn’t done anything wrong.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that. I did.”
Will glared and Noelle watched his eyes start to burn as she licked her lips. She could still taste him, and her clit throbbed. Sucking him off had simply revved her up. She didn’t want to argue, and she refused to apologize for herself. She wanted him to tease and touch her until she couldn’t think about her pitiful love life, to pin her down with his warm hard strength and fill her with that thick shaft, and let her pretend that he was hers, not just for the night, but forever.
Talk about a pity fuck indeed. Why did he have to turn this into something it wasn’t?
She stood and grabbed a blanket from the couch.
What are you doing?
“If you don’t want to play, I’m going to sleep. You can take the couch.”
WILL COULD FEEL THE outrage building in him, and clenched his fists to contain it.
“You are not sleeping on the floor, Noelle. We can share the couch.”
“And have you stay up, worried that I’m going to take advantage of you? I don’t think so.”
She busied herself shaking out the blanket and spreading it on the floor.
“I’m not worried,” he muttered, but part of him was. She’d proven most effectively that he had no self-control when it came to her advances.
“Well, I am.”
“What does that mean?”
Her eyes flashed fire.
“That even though you’re kind of an asshole and I’m beginning to see why your ex-wife left you, I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you. Goodnight.”
In thirty seconds she’d folded herself into created a makeshift sleeping wrap in front of the fire. A moment later, a piece of balled up flannel hit him in the face.
“Here’s your stupid shirt.”
Naked. She was naked.
And he was an idiot.
Will closed his eyes and admitted the truth. Noelle didn’t feel like a stranger or a one-night stand. She felt like the woman he’d been waiting his whole life to meet. So what if their pasts were both a little spotty – his with a monumentally long stretch of bad decisions, and hers with a string of meaningless sexual encounters. That didn’t mean that they couldn’t start from here, and for the first time in years, Will started to consider his future. And that future, as of this moment, included Noelle.
He hoped this warm and fuzzy feeling wasn’t just the spectacular blow job talking.
Grabbed her bag, Will sat down on the edge of the armchair, and started rummaging.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Noelle sat up, clutching the blanket to those fabulous breasts, her hair tumbling around her, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Looking for condoms.”
He’d shocked her. He was going to shock her some more.
Will found the box at the bottom of the bag, next to a couple of objects he couldn’t identify. He pulled
out, and for a second his brain went blank.
She’d packed her vibrator and a tube of lube. Will grinned.
“I see you like them big.”
Noelle was eyeing him warily.
“What makes you think I’m going to let you fuck me now?”
“You can’t keep your hands off me, remember?”
“Maybe I don’t want to fuck strangers anymore. You’re right, the one-night stand thing is getting old. From now on, I’m going to hold out for someone who really wants me for more than just a quickie.”
Will dropped the towel, gratified at the tiny whimper that escaped her lips. He was erect, swollen and throbbing as though he hadn’t come a few minutes ago. Noelle’s eyes were like saucers, and she’d let the blanket slip to bare the upper slopes of her incredible breasts.
He was dying to see those nipples.
“Trust me, there isn’t going to be anything quick about this.”
“And tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, we’ll put our clothes back on and dig the truck out, and maybe over the eight hour drive to your parents’ place, we can talk about new beginnings. For both of us.”
Still, she hesitated.
“It’s the best I can do, Noelle.” Will was feeling desperate and horny, and still confused by the odd tenderness he felt – he thought that part of his heart had dried up forever, and yet here was a goddess sitting at his feet who felt like his future. “God, you make me feel – I don’t know. Maybe because it’s Christmas.”
“Christmas is about believing in things,” she murmured. “Good things.”
She let the blanket drop.
Very good things.
Full and round, with mouthwatering, berry-sized nipples, her tits were everything he’d imagined and more. He dropped to his knees, joining her on the blanket.
“Now, you know that I’m going to have to spend the rest of the night fucking you blind.”
“It’s either that or we play cards. The only game I know is Go Fish, by the way.”
